Poem 1 of the day

Seeing the corpse of a woman similar to Zhang Ning, Xu Yan, who was wearing a mask and protective clothing, stepped into the dissection room again. Listening to the explanation given by the forensic doctor in his ear, Xu Yan fell into thinking again.

She almost suffocated to death in the water, without any serious injuries or injuries on her body, and with Zhang Ning having learned martial arts and judo, it was impossible for her not to resist a little.

Meng Lingyu faced Xu Yan's call, and said in a very affirmative tone, "Ningning, the water is very good, I can be sure of this." ”

Hua Jane was rolling a snowball, suddenly stopped, and looked at the body of the snowman seriously, and she laughed out loud.

Zhang Ning glanced back at her and continued to give the snowman a whole body.

"Why be serious, it'll melt when the temperature is a little hot." Hua Jian picked up the round snowball, walked over and gently placed it on the snowman's body.

Zhang Ning took off his felt hat and put it on the snowman's head, and then made her eyes and nose, and when it came time to make her mouth, it was difficult. He stopped his movements and looked at the expressionless snowman with a frown.

Hua Jian smiled again, took a lipstick from her bag, and bent down to draw a smile arc for the snowman.

"Dangdang, you're done!" Hua Jian looked at the smiling snowman, happily raised the lipstick in her hand, and said with a smile.

Zhang Ning turned his head to look at her, then turned his head and laughed. Hua Jian picked up her mobile phone and took a picture of the snowman horizontally.

The blue eucalyptus reached out to hold the falling snowflakes and slowly let them digest in the sunlight in the palm of her hand. The flowers inserted in the vase still exude a faint fragrance in the cold air.

The fragrance carried her sorrow, and the instrument made a subtle sound, as if talking to her sorrow.

"Sister, it's the sixth winter, and it's snowing now." Lan Yu covered her hot hand, pulled Lan Yue'er's cold hand and said. Lan Eucalyptus looked at Lan Yue'er's face, glad that time did not take her out of time, and let her stay in time for a year. My sister is the only person she has struggled to support for so many years, and she is full of hatred for herself.

She couldn't let go of her hatred, and walked towards Zhou Pu in the abyss with every step, away from what her sister gave her to expect.

Zhang Ning touched the blade that reflected his eyebrows and looked at Hua Changfu, who was looking at her with a smile.

"Give it to you, this knife is good, I saw the flying knife you tolew. You studied under Mr. Bai Yumo, right? If you can let him teach you this, you must be a disciple of his family, so you have the opportunity to learn. Hua Changfu smiled and touched the sandalwood beads in his hand, and his chin wrinkled into several layers with laughter.

Listening to the whispered chanting of the old man in the room, accompanied by the sound of wooden fish tapping. Zhang Ning couldn't tell what kind of person Hua Changfu was, so he didn't speak and just nodded silently.

Zhang Ning held the sandalwood hilt, flicked the blade with two fingers, looked at him and asked, "Have you touched it?" I don't want to touch it. ”

Hua Changfu was stunned for a moment, laughed, and his hands holding the chair trembled with laughter. "I've been hiding in the scabbard, I haven't had a chance to get out of the sheath, I've only smelled it. Only it was stained with blood, and it stuck in the beads and could not come out. He said with a wry smile, he frowned and pointed to the Bodhi bracelet on his hand, then looked at Zhang Ning's gaze, and laughed again.

"What, are you afraid?"

"Don't be afraid, I just want to take someone away. I have a favor to repay. Let her not suffer and be alone. ”